years since Queen Amaryllis turned Jasmine into a human and exiled her from the Oak, so sheâs long dead by now. And anyway, sheâd never have done it. If she was crazed enough to think it worth using up all our magic justto keep us away from humans, do you really think sheâd be likely to change her mind?â
âFair enough,â said Timothy. âSo you think the faeries here will help you?â
âI donât know,â Linden said. âIâd hoped so, but after the way Veronica behaved to you, tricking you into seeing her as someone you trusted, and then trying to take your musicâ¦â The memory of the other faery bending over Timothy, that hungry light in her eyes, still made Linden shudder.
âI still donât get that part.â Timothy swirled his drink around with the straw. âHow could she steal music from me? Why would she want to?â
Linden sighed. âYou have to understand. We faeries arenât creative, like you humans are. On our own, we canât make art or music, or come up with new ideasâwe have to learn all those things from you. But at the same time, having faeries close by makes humans more creative, so it works both ways. Or at least itâs supposed to.â
âButâ¦?â prompted Timothy.
âWell, itâs also supposed to happen gradually. But last night, when Veronica dragged you off to play for herâ¦it didnât. Even shut up in that locker, I could hear. I could tell.â
Timothy looked down at his reddened fingers. âSo she did that,â he said. âShe made meââ
âShe pushed you,â said Linden. âForced all your musical ability to the surface, so she could take it for herself. I didnâteven know that was possible.â
âIâve never played like that in my whole life.â
She touched his arm, trying to reassure him. âI wonât let her do it again.â
Timothy did not reply. He sat back against the bench, his eyes unreadable. âSo now what?â he said.
âI have to try and find some good faeries,â Linden said. âOnes who will listen to what I have to say, and care enough to want to helpâor at least be willing to bargain.â
Timothy studied her a moment. Then he said, âWell, good luck with that, I guess,â and began to slide out from behind the table.
âWait!â she said. âWhere are you going?â
âTo find another hostel. Iâm tired.â
âBut what if Veronica finds you again? And I need your help!â
âI donât know what for,â he said. âI gave you a ride here, and you got me away from Veronica, so it looks like weâre even. If you need to get back to the Oak, just buy a train ticket to Aynsbridge.â
âBut I havenât any moneyââ
âWhy would you need it? Youâve got this âglamourâ thing: You can probably conjure up a few pounds.â
âI canât do that,â protested Linden. âIt would be stealing.â Use your gifts wisely and in good conscience, Amaryllis had told her, not for selfish gain. âAnd anyway, I donât want to go back, not until Iâve found the help I need.â She clutched atTimothyâs sleeve. âPlease donât go. Thereâs so much I still donât know about your world. And I can help you, too, if you give me the chance.â
For a moment Timothy still hesitated. Then he heaved a sigh and slumped back down onto the bench. âOh, all right,â he said. âSure you donât want some chips?â
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âClosing up,â announced the boy with the mop, and quickly Timothy drained the rest of his Coke, willing the sugar and caffeine to spark through his exhaustion, keep him going just a little while longer.
âCome on,â he said to Linden. âWeâd better find somewhere to sleep.â
âLet me go first,â she